The Swordsaint's Past

Kevin only noticed Wayerliss's attack a moment later. He had wanted to pull back his lance's power, but it was impossible given how he had been fighting at his fullest.

His thrust struck Marolyt in the chest. He couldn't tell whether he would be gravely injured from it, but he reckoned he himself wouldn't be able to stay conscious and unhurt after taking his own thrust. If it struck the heart, he could possibly even die!

That was why he was furious with Wayerliss's attack. He grabbed onto Wayerliss's chest and roared, "Why--"

"Could you have taken Marolyt's slash?" he responded without even waiting for him to finish.

Kevin fell silent. He knew that he most likely couldn't have. Wayerliss's intervention was necessary.

"Don't hold onto your human values of pride or virtue too heavily. They aren't worth a dime before Pyro." Wayerliss grabbed onto Kevin's hand and he slowly loosened his grip. The elf seemed to revel in Kevin's doubt. "Sure, you can fight Marolyt...

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